i guess i should introduce myself.
my name is Noah.
i'm 13 years old.
bisexual, in a relationship.
Canadian.
well, i guess that's a start. i have been living with my father for 3 years now. my mother is currently in a mental asylum because she used plea of insanity when charged with child molestation. i have 2 sisters and 1 brother.
anyway, today i got locked in the panic room today at school after i played pumped up kicks on my blue-tooth speaker. it's not like i wanted to shoot up the school, i just like the song. so they had a councilor come in and talk to me, and after explaining whats going on in my life she recommended i start writing a journal to help manage my stress levels. that's why i'm doing this. i won't write everyday but i'll try to write often.
YOU ARE READING
Noah's journal/diary
Randommy therapist suggested i start writing a journal so i figured why not post it for the whole world to see. just a warning; there's gonna be some fucked up shit in here, including rape, insanity, mental disorders, drug abuse, ect.
